Poetry

The thing about love is we screw it up with expectations and fantasy of what we believe love should be. If they’re in love they should be doing this or that; If I’m in love I should feel this or that; If they love me they would do this or that; they wouldn’t do this … Continue reading →

Once love existed in spaces between disagreements strong enough to balance the challenges we faced when we momentarily turned our backs on one another. Now disdain excretions seep into places where loves desire ruins lives in a blink of unknowing eyes; an imaginary lie; secret perceptions or perceived deceit can defeat rational combat. In an … Continue reading →

I am reminded. Not by your harsh dissection of me nor your ridiculing judgment of my actions or inactivity; but by the breath of life skills soaring effortlessly through my lungs. I am reminded. I am a song unsung; your chords will not shackle me. You’ll continue to destroy and search hidden mysteries of … Continue reading →